Yesterday, I loaded all three of our Corgis in my truck and hauled them to the vet. They all needed their yearly vaccinations, and our beloved Abe needed a thorough checkup. He just celebrated his 9th birthday and lately hasn't been doing very well. If he gets hot at all, or exerts himself at all he starts to cough up foam. He's on heart worm medicine but a couple doses, were missed doing "on time." Thankfully, his blood test showed no trace of heartworms. Diagnoses: TOO DOGGONE FAT. "Yes Doc, I know he's a little "chunky." "Your dog is not a little chunky, he's TOO FAT.* (sigh)
In times past, when I myself have had to go to the doctor, I've dreaded, worried and starved myself the week before I've went; all because of those dreaded words. "You're overweight." "You need to LOSE a few pounds." It's like a knife in the heart! I hated going to the doctor, all because I dreaded hearing those remarks. And yesterday,............ the scolding was over my DOG! Thank goodness Abe didn't understand. He just kept smiling, happily because thee assistant was busy scratching the good spot that makes his leg thump wildly while he was up on thee exam table. But I... felt horrible. I'm killing my dog with food.
We've told him he's just big boned. You're just a big dog, Abe.. wearing little dogs legs.
But truly, I know it's outta hand. The last time I took him along on my walk, and had to carry him back, I thought I was gonna die. He got over-exerted and kept coughing n throwin up and I seriously thought he was going to have a heart attack. By the time, I managed to haul his carcass up the hill back to the house, I thought I was gonna have one too!
Now I'm measuring his food. He eats behind closed doors- away from his kids Francoise and Addie. Because otherwise, he'll finish his,-- in two seconds flat, and polish off theirs as well. And beg for more! Poor Abe. No one is allowed to say the C word around here annnnnymore.
Other than that, there's nothing new around here. The puddleducks still live at the barn and are quite content playing in puddles.
Hairdoo knows it's "Good to be queen."
This goofy hen keeps jumpin on Olde Lydia and sits there while Lydia eats her grain. I've ran for my camera time and time again but usually when I come back she's jumped off. Finally caught her in thee act.
I know Lydia looks rough. She's OLDE. She's had so many kids and all were sets of twins. She's a registered saanen goat, and is now an old lady! You know how some little old ladies get TINY when they age? That's Lydia! Come to think of it, she really IS old! How long do goats live anyways... she's like a PARROT!*
So my dog's too fat, and my goats too thin, and the chicken... well; she's a riot!
Calla lilies are all in bloom. This morning when I went to the garden, I found this little bee holed up in the center of one. It was completely still, almost as if it had bedded down there for the night. I think you can enlarge the photo. A little callabee.
Well, it's a beautiful sunny-saturday.
I'm turnin this box off and heading to the great outdoors.
Hope you have a beeautiful weekend!
"And my spirit rejoices in God my Savior!" ~ Luke 1:47